a tiny little man with wild eyes.
"Yeah. Ok. Yeah."
He looks you up and down and then claps his hands together. "Yeah. Ok. Yeah."
Subsequent visits :
"Back for some more wine?"
Initial visit :
"What can I do you for?"
"Stivius the wine merchant is mine."
"Quite a name, eh?"
"I make wine."
"Yeah. Maybe you want to buy some."
"Which of you?"
<NPC Name> smiles at <Character Name>. "For <Item Name> it will cost you # gold. Interested?"
yes, but full-"You look pretty full to me."
yes-"Excellent!" After accepting <Character Name>'s gold, <NPC Name> hands over the wine.
"Enjoy your <Item Name>."
yes, but no gold-<NPC Name> looks at <Character Name>. "You don't have enough gold."
no-"Too bad, it's really good wine."
"It's not just a tale you've been hearing."
"Everyone knows that Quenton haunts this town."
"If I had been murdered by those evil ones...but that's just gossip."
"It was late one night and I had just returned from my fields."
"'Course my path takes me right by Gideon's garden."
"I heard a noise by the well and saw some dark forms hunched there."
"They had huge wings and evil red eyes."
"I ran like the wind to my doorway. I was sure I was dead."
"He was a nice enough soul. I sold many bottles to him."
"Gideon runs the Haunting Inn."
"His wife has a garden which you can see from my front door."
"It's the Inn straight across the lane from here."
"She doesn't do much. Helps him run the place."
"Twas a strange whispering, in a tongue I could not understand."
"It didn't sound like any language I ever heard."
"More like one o' them guild languages."
"Like the one the alchemist speaks."
"Go ask old Horance. He can tell ya - if you can understand him!"
"He lives over on Ivers Rounding by himself.
"You must be new to this village."
"Go see @Marney, she'll get you there."
"She's the daughter of Quenton - the ghost."
"I couldn't see too clearly. They were about man-sized though."
"Yes, but they were hunched down so it was hard to see them."
His eyes widen. "Gargoyles they were!"
"Must'a been ten or twelve of 'em."
"Well, perhaps more like two or three."
"I didn't stay around and count 'em."
"Yes. Big, ugly, snarling beasts."
"'Course, they were kneeling when I saw 'em."
"You know, on their knees."
"I don't care much for him. He's always trying to get me to sell him my wine cheaper."
"She's my sweetie."
He clasps his hands next to his cheek. "I count the hours until I can see her."
"I have never talked to him. He bought wine from me once but that's it."
"Well, what's to say? I am glad he is again our ruler."
"Come back if you get thirsty."
"Ask someone else about that."